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But I’m making five figures for this one date. It’s worth it despite the fact that the mayor of New York City is here along with at least two politicians who have paid for my services. The mayor hasn’t, but he’s a powerful guy who rubs me the wrong way, so I try to stay clear of him. The point is, I’m making a fortune to spend a few hours here. I can handle a bit of lust for the wrong Bowden. I’ll just picture Luke when I’m in bed with his cousin later.
Assuming it leads to me being in his bed. A surprising number of times, my clients just want a woman who can carry herself well in circles with the rich and powerful without the worry that I’ll want to marry him or bear his children.
I do want to get married and have kids someday. But it’s not going to be to some rich sleaze-ball who will abandon his family to chase the next dollar or a younger woman. No, I’ll marry a small-town middle-class guy who runs the local grocery store. Or maybe a rancher with his own plot of land. God. I sound like a fucking Hallmark movie. Just make the wedding happen at Christmas and I’ve got all the pieces.
“I’ve just called you a whore and you’re smirking to yourself like you know a secret. Care to share?”
Offering him a full-blown smile, I wink. “I know a lot of secrets, Luke. And I never share them.” What is it about him that makes me enjoy saying his name? If I’m not careful, I’m going to moan it tonight when I’m pretending to orgasm for Oliver.
His hand skates up my back and I do my best not to react to the thrill that snakes through me. This man murdered his own cousin. I should not be excited by his touch. But I find myself grateful to be wearing a backless dress, so our contact is skin-to-skin.
“What’s the good in a secret if you never share it?”
I stare up at him as his hand settles on the curve of my hip. “My bank account proves that keeping secrets is very lucrative.”
“Is it the secrets that are lucrative or your other…” His eyes scan down my body as he spins me away from him and pulls me back in. “Assets.”
His pointed stare is too much. My choices are to look away or touch him. And since I refuse to let him know just how much he affects me, I lift a hand and run my fingers through his perfectly groomed beard. Something I’ve been wanting to do since I first saw him sitting across from me in the limo all sprawled out and looking every bit the playboy, I’m sure he is.
He grips my wrist and pulls it away from his face. “I won’t be responsible for my actions if you keep touching me like that.”
I lift an eyebrow. Perhaps I affect him, too.
I’m above average in height, so I don’t need to go up on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “Shame you don’t have more control. I like a man with control.”
“Believe me, Zara, I am always in control. Even when I’m buried deep inside a perfect little cunt. I am always in charge.”
Then his lips descend on mine, and between the tequila and the sultry music, I can’t help it when I wrap my arms around him and get lost in the kiss. It awakens a fire in me as our tongues do more dancing than either of us are doing here on this crowded dance floor. And for a split second, I wonder if I can sneak away with Luke instead of going home with Oliver.
He tears himself away from me and I see panic in his eyes. At first, I think he’s upset about the kiss. But then he grips my hand and jerks me off the dance floor.
“What the hell?”
Chaos breaks out, and someone screams as the music dies and the lights come up.
“Come with me. Don’t say a word.”
“My purse. I need to get my purse.”
My heart races as I think of all the sensitive information I keep on my phones. I was an idiot for not keeping the purse on me.
“I’ll have someone bring it. Now stop talking, Zara. I mean it.”
The next thing I know, he’s scooping me into his arms.
“Sir, you can’t leave. Someone shot the mayor, and nobody can leave.”
“This woman is drunk. I think she has alcohol poisoning. Just let us through.”
Something tells me it’s important to follow Luke’s lead. So, I throw a hand over my mouth and slur my words. “Oh, Goddess, I’m gonna be sick again.”
The cop eyed us both suspiciously. “Where did you come from?”
Luke jerks his head behind us. “Found her in the restroom after she’d been gone too long. Everything must have happened while I was looking for her.”
I make gagging sounds, and the officer sighs. “Go.”
“Good girl,” Luke murmurs as we push our way out a side exit.
